Tuesday 23 December 2008

The Thinness of Ideals


The Thinness of Ideals

Accidental impulses
draw us together
like the glimpse of a smile
in December rain
locks stinging vowels
into rivers of cadence.
I watch your tongue
flick between teeth;
tasting the air,
aching
for pheromones
and I wonder
at the sweetness
of a corrupt helix
threaded with steel
and a heart
blossoming with pain.